Masamune looked back at the bewildered class with his visible eye glaring before straightening up and placing his hands on his hips. "The name's Masamune Date. And I think you're all IMBECILES!" High School's about to be taken by storm.

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"No. I refuse. I am not getting on that," Masamune said in an slightly horrified voice.

"Come on, what are you afraid of?" Kanestugu pushed him in the back. "It's not going to hurt you."

Masamune looked over his shoulder with a glare. "Look you imbecile, the last time I went on one of those I ended up with a broken leg and missing eye."

Keiji glanced over at them from where he was seated on a wooden bench. "Didn't you lose your eye in a gang fight or something?"

"I did no such thing!" Masamune scowled fiercely, trying to get Kanetsugu's grip on his arm off of him. "What do you take me for- an idiot? Why would I sully my perfect school record with getting into fights on school property? That's for brutes like you!"

Keiji lifted a brow and gave him a strange look. "Dude. Why are you talking like that?"

"Like what?" Masamune batted Kanetsugu away. "I have no idea what you're talking about. In fact, I never do."

Keiji sighed, pushing himself to his feet. "Alright, that's it. I've had enough of your yapping." He began to stalk towards a startled brunette.

"W-What do you think you're doing? I know self-defense!" Masamune cried, defensively holding his arms out in front of him.

Kanetsugu exhaled lightly, pressing two fingers to his temple. "Keiji..."

"What?" Keiji grabbed Masamune under the arms, holding him up eye-level. "He can't beat me up anyway." After all, Masamune was quite short compared to most others.

"Put me down!" Masamune squirmed.

"You're getting on kid and that's final," Keiji told him, throwing him over his shoulder and beginning to jog over to the start of their discussion.

Masamune's eye widened. "What! Unhand me you-"

Keiji grinned, tauntingly holding Masamune up over the so-called contraption of death. "What are ya gonna do about it?"

"I'm going to kill you- that's what!"

"Whoa! Little dude making threats! I'm soo scared."

"At least my face doesn't make everyone you look at scream and run in the opposite direction!"

Keiji felt his eye twitch. "What was that?"

"You heard me! Now put me down you infidel!" Masamune shouted in his ear.

"Gladly you bratty little punk," Keiji muttered, dropping the boy like a sack of rocks.

Masamune gave him a very dirty look from where he was sprawled. "As expected- releasing me with the grace of a troll."

"When you reach normal height then you can insult me," Keiji said with a popped vein.

"I don't need height to insult a buffoon like you!" The brunette climbed to his feet, glaring up at Keiji.

"Okay kid-" Keiji started cracking his knuckles. "I'm gonna make you look like a squashed melon in a second-"

"The only melon I see here is your head."

"You punk!"

Kanetsugu frowned at the screaming pair who was making quite the spectacle in the center of the park. He narrowed his eyes and stomped over before Masamune actually tried to take the larger teen on in a fight. "Cut it out you two," he snapped. "For God's sake it's just a stupid see-saw!"

Masamune shot him an ugly glare. "You're just a stupid see-saw!"

Kanetsugu resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead opting to drag the younger boy off by his ear.

Keiji watched them leave before turning to the lonely metal see-saw. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll keep you company."